“Yeah,” Annja said. “I don’t blame you.”
Hans leaned closer. “Where is the person who was diving with you?”
Annja shook her head. “It was just me.”
“You? Alone?”
“Yeah.”
Hans whistled. “You are either incredibly brave or rather foolish.”
Annja eyed him. “Probably a little of both. But I’m an expert diver. I didn’t see anything wrong with going it alone.”
Hans shook his head. “Anything can happen under the waves. As you found out. I hate to think what would have happened to you if we hadn’t been in the area.”
“I would have died,” Annja said.
Hans looked at her. But seeing nothing in Annja’s face that betrayed a sense of weakness, he merely sighed. “I think that would have been a shame.”
“I agree,” Annja said. She glanced around the boat. Oxygen tanks, regulators and fins were stacked neatly nearby. “You guys going diving, too?”
“We were.”
“Were?”
“Well, before we found you. Our diving plans will now take on a secondary importance until we determine you are safe.”
“I’m safe.”
Hans pointed at her head. “I would rather have a medical doctor make that decision, Annja.”
Annja frowned. “I know my limitations, Hans. I’ll be all right.”
“Still.” Hans smiled. “You are on my boat right now. And I shall make the decisions. Now, you’re free to stay aboard, accept my hospitality and the ride back to the resort. You’re staying at Club Noah, I presume?”
“I am.”
“Excellent. In that case, we can take you right into the medical facility. I know the doctor there quite well.”
Annja sighed. “I don’t have a choice here, do I?”
“Not unless you’d like to jump overboard and swim back.”
Hans had a smile on his face, but Annja saw there was no way he was going to budge on his decision. She shrugged. “What the hell.” At least he seemed to genuinely be concerned about her. That was a nice change.
Hans said something quickly and quietly to another man on board and the engine churned beneath their feet. Instantly, the boat swung around and zipped back toward the resort.
Despite her nausea, Annja found the sea spray and breeze a welcoming relief. She might have a concussion, she decided. And if that was the case, she did need to get checked out.
Hans pointed ahead of them and Annja saw the resort looming. The ship’s engine downshifted and the boat slowed as they neared the shore. Hans said something else in German to the driver, who guided the boat up toward the dock close to the medical facility.
Annja groaned as she saw the dive master coming down the dock. As he noticed the boat approaching, he squinted, saw Annja and then frowned.
“Great,” Annja said. “Here comes the ‘I told you so.’”
Hans stepped out on the dock and helped Annja ashore. She turned and watched the dive master striding toward her, his tanned bald head gleaming.
“What happened, Miss Creed?”
“I had a run-in with a tiger shark.”
That brought him up short. “Tiger shark? In these waters?”
Annja frowned. “They’re all over the place around these parts. Nothing unusual about that.”
But the dive master shook his head. “We don’t usually see them around here. For some reason they tend to avoid the area. Most of our sharks are blacktip and reef.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about the tiger shark anymore,” Annja said. “I killed him.”
“You did?”
Hans laughed. “I was just as amazed as you, my friend.”
The dive master seemed to remember what he’d come to do and pointed a finger at Annja. “I told you not to go diving alone, didn’t I? You could have been killed out there and no one would have known it.”
“I would have known,” Annja said. She nodded contritely. “But yes, you did warn me and I ignored your advice. I’m sorry. It was wrong and don’t think that I’ll be doing it again. I’m not in a rush to repeat that particular mistake.”
The dive master seemed marginally mollified. “Well…good.”
Hans put a hand under Annja’s elbow. “We need to get her to the doctor, however. Annja knocked her head on a piece of her catamaran—”
“What happened to the boat?” the dive master asked.
“The tiger shark rammed it. It’s gone,” Annja said.
“Good Lord.”
Annja grinned. “Think of how I felt.”
“You said you killed him?”
“Yes.”
The dive master turned and walked away. “Well, at least that’s done.”
Annja glanced at Hans. “I think he was more concerned about the boat than he was about me.”
“I think you’re right.”
Annja took a deep breath and felt her legs go wobbly. “Whoa.”
Hans caught her arm. “Easy, Annja. We need to get you inside. You can’t stay out here in this blazing sunlight. It isn’t good for your condition.”
He guided her up the ramp toward the main path and then steered her into the doctor’s office.
A dark-skinned Filipino rushed over as soon as he heard them enter. “What happened?”
Annja winced as her head throbbed. “Hit my head on a part of the boat.”
Hans took over and told the doctor what had happened. The man introduced himself as Dr. Tiko. He grabbed a pen-light and peered into Annja’s eyes for a few seconds. Annja winced as the light pierced her brain. “Damn.”
Dr. Tiko stepped back. “A mild concussion, I think. Not too serious, although right now she probably doesn’t feel all that well,” he said to Hans. He glanced at Annja. “Do you, Miss Creed?”
“No, I don’t feel very well at all.”
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